Author: ANew30

We should walk [m]ore o[f]ten.

Lucas and I decided to meet up just before the lunch hour for a casual walk. He was working at a new company and I had the day off, but we were trying our best to behave ourselves regarding our frequent hook-ups from the past couple of years so we agreed it should be somewhere public. He was always afraid that someone would see us together and go tell his girlfriend, I always laughed at him for worrying because I could not give a fuck less about her knowing that we were still friends. Am I the asshole? Probably.

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I parked down the street and waited for him to get far enough away from his building that I could join him without his co-workers knowing. I hopped out of my car and walked over, already grinning at him because of the general pointlessness of this whole ruse. He smirked for a moment, “What?” I just shrugged and shook my head, still grinning, as I gave him a hug. I couldn’t resist grabbing his ass, but I did resist a quick nip to his neck. He huffed and pushed me away a little, grabbing the offending hand and pulling it behind my back as he sternly tried to warn me off doing it again with a “Behave,” and a frown. I never liked to behave for any consistent amount of time around him, so I’m sure I frowned back or sucked my teeth. He let my arm go, either way, and I folded my hands behind me, resting them on my ass for a short time. I walked just a little ahead of him and did the type of walking that jiggled everything from my knees to my lower back in my favorite (his too) yoga pants. Read more »

It’s been a long time. [MF]

Lucas and I had a very long break. His old girlfriend came around and my ex must have gotten the memo, so we decided to give them another chance and to cut communication until or unless it didn’t work out.

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About three months ago, we tiptoed back into talking. At first, it was just friendly conversation. Our relationships didn’t work out, but we didn’t want to nurse any formerly unhealthy dependencies on one another. Within two weeks, we were right back into the old habits. Sexting all day long, snapping explicit photos or videos in literally any spot we could… nothing was off limits. We had tried our best to keep our distance from one another, but it was pointless. He had recently bought a new car, one with lots of room inside and decent tinting. We’d always joked about “car service” where one of us would tell the other what lot we were in and how long we’d be there. If the other showed up, what happened happened. I decided I was done pleasuring myself at home, so I finally did it.

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Reunited… [FM]

It had been a few weeks, and I was definitely in need of physical attention. I was nearly aching every time I got turned on, even after several sessions alone and with my newest toy. I needed him.

I played pretty coy all night. We drank together and laughed at a show together. I didn’t make any moves or act any differently. I had waited this long, so I chose to pace myself. He put our glasses away and I walked calmly upstairs. He jogged after me, but when I tturned back, he didn’t smile or grab my ass. It was unusually reserved. I started to worry that I’d be waiting again.

As we got into bed a few minutes later, he told me how cold he was and slid right up next to me under the covers. This was happening. I wrapped my arm around his stomach and drew him close. Joking about my perpetual warmth, I said “Move your knee much higher and it will be quite warm.” He pressed his thigh up between my legs and tilted my chin up, laying a warm kiss on my lips. I wasn’t done, so I grabbed the back of his head and went in for more. Read more »

Memories. [F]

I’m in my basement, folding laundry and being a “good wife” when I suddenly think of you. No one is home, and no one will be for a little while. As my heart beats faster and my breathing speeds for a moment, I allow myself a smirk and enjoy the sudden warmth between my thighs. I’ve thought about you often in the last few years. We still talk and I still carry some form of a candle for you, but that life wasn’t meant to be.

As I pick up my socks and fold them inside each other, I grin and think about how we used to talk about you sneaking in to wait for me. You knew about him years ago, and you liked knowing that I was no longer reachable at all hours. You asked me about myself still, always eager to know the dirty details of my life. I never asked you about her, but I hoped you were happy and it seemed you were. I thought about that toy you bought me years ago, and how hot my cheeks were when it arrived and you sent a text to check on it. Read more »

Because… fuck picnics. [m+f]

Luca and I had been circling each other for two weeks. He’d catch me along and lick from my shoulder to my ear. I’d find him in his office and fondle his zipper. I’d made him crawl backwards up over the chair near the wall once. Quite pleased with myself, I had been flirting and teasing since that day. He kept telling me he’d make it up to me, but things kept getting in the way.

Our day finally came when we were joking about how much room he had under his desk and whether I’d bump my head if I paid him a visit there. We looked around and realized the office had cleared out. It was our quarterly picnic and we were already about 15 minutes late. I turned to walk back to my desk and grab my things when we wrapped his fingers around my wrist, pulled me slowly backward, and closed his door. Read more »

A snack before dinner. [m+f]

We recently discussed fantasies and other interests, and you quietly mentioned that you thought being slapped would be hot. I blushed at the thought, because the act of slapping you in the face was one I never thought I’d perform. The more I thought about it, the more excited I was. So I asked if you minded me springing it on you when it felt right. You grinned that sexy grin and shook your head, “No… not at all.”

It had been a few days since we’d had any alone time together. We were interrupted last time by a crucial phone call from your job and I was left panting and disheveled against the wall, my entire body pink and covered in a thin layer of sweat. I thought about it over and over again, how you’d grabbed my hair at the nape and bent me back, kissing me with such passion that I felt I was almost devoured with it. I’d been wearing skirts to the office the last few days, because it allowed me freedom to touch myself when no one would be looking. I told you I’d been thinking about our broken-off meeting and that I’d be sure to keep everything easy-access for the next few days. You didn’t say a word, but you booked it to your office and sat down. I grinned from ear to ear for another two hours until I knew we’d be alone. Read more »

Late lunch. (m+f)

It’s been a while, gw. Work and life have been madness, but it hasn’t sated my desires quite as well as retelling stories for you. I hope you’ll forgive my absence. This was just yesterday afternoon, and it made its way into my dreams last night… enjoy. (This will be long, but hopefully worth it!)

You told me I’d be properly fucked the day before, and so I joked I may need to dress for the occasion. This caught your interest, as it always does when I dress up for you. “Yes, I do happen to have a brand new pair of stockings that need… breaking in,” I added. Your eyes lit up in a hungry way, and I grinned at that slow, unconscious lick of your lips. “Black,” I continued.

“Can I get a better description of these?” you asked.

I grinned as I replied, “… no. Don’t you want to see them? You’re so visual, after all.”

You groaned, a small frown furrowing your brow in protest, “How is it that you know me so well? Okay… sneak a photo my way later. Dirty girl.” Read more »

The man I’ll never have returns…

I got bold and changed my look last weekend. I cut my hair short, learned how to apply that thick cat-eye liner and bold lipstick. I decided to wear something attention-catching for Monday morning. I knew you’d be here; you’re always here. I chose a respectable-enough dress, tight to get attention while not revealing too much skin, and my best pair of black leather heels. I came in before you and got settled in my office, appearing to be busy at work as you walked through the door. I was merely busy thinking of your reaction. I waited patiently in my office for you to come around.

I said hello to my boss, and hi to everyone else who walked by my open door, but you didn’t come by. I had to get my real work started, so I went to find my boss and chat about what she needed for the meeting. On my way back to the room to deliver her reports, you were exiting and saw me in the hallway. I saw your glance start at my high-heeled feet and stop dead. You kept your eyes to the floor and practically burned a hole in the carpet as we passed. “Hey…” you said quietly as you pressed close to the opposite wall. “Hi,” I said with a smirk on my face. Read more »

You go to my head. [m+f]

It was our night to be adults, and we decided to go "downtown" to dance and be merry. We both put on something slightly more refined than our usual jeans or shorts and I put on my new make-up. We sang loudly in the car to one of our favorite bands as we drove over long stretches of dark roads to our destination. It's drizzling and muggy, but the night still feels electric when I'm out with you.

I swatted my palm against yours, then took your hand in mind. I smiled so wide, my face started to hurt, because you're mine. I twisted and turned as I swung our hands between us and skipped a little. You laughed at me. "What's gotten into you? Have you been drinking without me?" I grinned at that and shook my head.

We walked a bit farther to the place we were aiming for and I released your hand before we went inside. The music was deafening and the lights were strobing. You leaned in so close that I could feel your mustache on the curve of my ear as you tried to speak over the music, "You want something?" I nodded, gave you my request, and watched as you made your way to the bar. You're always so gentle, yet confident. Your eyes met mine through the crowd and we both smiled again. My heart raced. Read more »

There’s a reason I let you make me so angry…

(I've realized I'm writing as if this were fiction. Sorry, I live for the details and back story)

Today, my imagination keeps getting the better of me. I’ve had to call you a few times to ask for clarification, to update you, and the sound of your voice this close to my ear makes my palms sweat. I know I won’t be seeing anyone at the office today, so I keep my door mostly closed, listening for approaching footsteps. You make me excited and nervous, and it’s all I can do to breathe normally when we talk. I laugh and do my best to seem calm and aloof, but my heartbeat is audible to me now.

I’ve been thinking of us, you should know. I keep picturing that night together and then my mind is gone, leaving this office and taking me away to a darkened room with candles. I never knew how much I’d appreciate a little romance, a little bit of cliché, until I walked in and saw you smiling on the bed. You tricked me. I was angry. We had been arguing about you never having the time to make for me until I was ready to beat my fists against your chest. Some other time, I could say that all melted away like the wax dripping into pools below those flames. Read more »